Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I have to admit this.
I freak out a little bit when my child gets sick.
And no - no - it's totally not what you think! It's not because I'm worried about her fragile little being falling to pieces under a fever. Are you kidding? She'll outlast us all, trust me!
It's because ... and I hesitate to confess this ...
I DO NOT WANT TO GET SICK!
She's got a cold right now. I'm thinking to myself, tonight, as I got her to sleep. She laid on top of me. Must have said 'I love you, Mommy,' about a dozen times.
I love you, too, sweetie. [Please don't get mommy sick! Please don't get mommy sick!]
See, she has my husband's immune system. Or she may as well have it.
Me? Not so much. I have my mother's immune system. Allergies and all. When I get sick I'm down for the count for way longer than a human being should be down.
So I'm overloading on the Vitamin C. Hyping up the OJ, and trying to wash my hands about 900 MORE times a day.
Think it'll work? Think I'll be protected? You do?
Eh, I'm not so sure.
Is there truly a way to protect a parent from the coughing, congestion, phlegm, puking, snotty tissues and clingy-ness that is a four-year-old who needs them?
I think not.
And I'll also confess ... I wouldn't change that for the world.
Except - ehem - for the fact that I usually get sick afterward. OOPS.